Life is a season of unending joy, a medley of extemporanea, love is a song that can never go wrong, and I am the queen of Romania*
Youngest worked for several weeks on an art project for a school-wide contest last month. He devoted hours on end to learning a program on the computer and polishing this work until he felt satisfied with it. For over a month I constructed stories in my head - lines I could feed him when he found out he lost. I was determined to explain that the contest was open to the entire school, that he is only a freshman, that sometimes things are not judged by talent, but because someone needs to be honored at that time (like the Oscars!).
Yesterday, after postponing the announcement twice, the Art Department at his school announced that he had won first place.
First place.
He was awarded a set of illustrating pens.
He was given a big dose of self esteem.
I was so shocked that I was worried he'd think I didn't believe in him.
Sometimes we are lucky enough to have things turn out the way we need them too.
Youngest needed this very badly, he's had a rough transition to high school.
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Middle has not heard from the College Of His Choice. I'm trying very hard to be optimistic and relaxed about this but I AM EATING MYSELF UP INSIDE.
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Oldest is doing very nicely, thank you.
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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K continues to work on "a very nice project."
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Quoted in The Algonquin Wits (1968) edited by Robert E. Drennan regarding Atlas Shrugged.
I'm in the mood for some Dorothy Parker.
Yesterday, after postponing the announcement twice, the Art Department at his school announced that he had won first place.
First place.
He was awarded a set of illustrating pens.
He was given a big dose of self esteem.
I was so shocked that I was worried he'd think I didn't believe in him.
Sometimes we are lucky enough to have things turn out the way we need them too.
Youngest needed this very badly, he's had a rough transition to high school.
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Middle has not heard from the College Of His Choice. I'm trying very hard to be optimistic and relaxed about this but I AM EATING MYSELF UP INSIDE.
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Oldest is doing very nicely, thank you.
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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K continues to work on "a very nice project."
I'd say more, but, it turns out, I'm superstitious and don't want to jinx it.
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This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Quoted in The Algonquin Wits (1968) edited by Robert E. Drennan regarding Atlas Shrugged.
I'm in the mood for some Dorothy Parker.
Comments
And yet, this place of employ keeps rising to prove its stripes over and over.
That pen story made me tear up and have a very deep respect for your boss, who strikes me as someone you'd call a gentleman and there's not that many of those around any more.
And OH MY! YEYEYEYEYEY for Youngest. It is not helpful but everything happens for a reason in regards to Middle. And I'm ever so happy for Oldest and K.
I can't get that picture of you in a pleather mini out of my mind. I believe you need some shorter skirts with boots and opaque tights for work. You were rockin' it lady.
Fingers crossed for Middle!
And sending good karma for everyone.
Patience for you, dear Middle.
A big hug to Oldest.
I'm happy for K.
I am proud of you.
Paola
Speaking as your psychic friend, I have a good feeling about Middle. I can't tell you whether he'll get into his school of choice (I would tell you if I knew), but I am 100% positive that things will work out for him, that he will be happy and excited with whatever situation pans out, AND that his abilities will be challenged, nurtured and recognized.
So. Get some sleep.
Glad for Youngest, hopeful for Middle, curious about oldest, and pleased, of course, for you.
#1 son did not get into either of his top two choices, but ended up being very, very happy at the school he chose. While I am not among those who think things happen for a reason, it is indubitably true that sometimes what we get turns out to be better than what we thought we wanted.
Keeping my fingers crossed for Middle.
(Speaking of Dorothy Parker, my word verification is witionc, which almost spells "wit tonic," which is exactly what she is.
And so are YOU, my friend.)
and I have lyneesse or Lioness as my verification word..
I'm thrilled for Youngest. What a feat. He must be so proud that his hard work paid off. And Middle--he's bound to be accepted at CoHC. And Oldest? We don't hear much about him either, but it's lovely to hear that he's doing well. But I won't say or wonder any more about it so as not to jinx it either.
Big hugs to all of you.
jbhat
and that is enough from superstitious old me...
for you,
for you all,
you are in my heart this weekend.
Congratulations to Youngest. My son had 'one of those years' too and he is doing so much better now. These things come around.
Yay for youngest, good thots for middle, and *shhh* *yay* for oldest and k.
and a big hug for bb, holding everything together.
x
I'll remain hopeful for Middle, and I'm happy things are going well for your other men, too.
As for you, dear bb, I like you very much just the way you are.
ErinH
Oh my PILL, I feel as though I've been away for months rather than weeks ...!